The whole family went mad, but the junior sister turned the tables and her luck soared.

Rong Xuan and Ning Tinglan were both surprised and delighted upon receiving the news, and immediately rushed to the mountain gate with Yun Yici.

Long Jiao was still trying to find out about his parents in the demon realm from Mu Yunjian.

Mu Yunjian spoke fluently and smoothly, and with just a few words, he won over Long Jiao, making him regard him as a true brother.

When Yun Yici and the other two transformed into three streaks of light and landed simultaneously outside the Lingwei Sect's mountain gate, Mu Yunjian had already thoroughly investigated Long Jiao's true nature.

However, once Mu Yunjian saw Yun Yici and the other two appear, he no longer paid attention to anyone else.

His senior brothers, junior brothers, and junior sisters were all wonderful; they were exactly how he imagined them to grow up.

Yun Yici and the other two only saw Mu Yunjian slowly blink once.

Then, after being separated from them for a hundred years, the second senior brother, who had a terrible temper, suddenly shed large tears from his beautiful crimson eyes.

Yun Yici and the other two were startled, as were Shenshu and Long Jiao.

Yun Yici took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, her heart softening as she asked, "A long-awaited reunion is a joyous occasion, why are you shedding tears, Senior Brother?"

"Brother Rong, Brother Ning, and I have come to take you to see Master."

Mu Yunjian gently wiped away the clear tears on her face and whispered, "I just feel sorry for my junior sister."

"When you are in trouble, there is nothing I can do to help you."

"Later, my godfather and master lied to me, saying that you were very good."

"The imperial edict didn't tell me anything either."

“I prepared gifts for you every year, but you never replied, so I guessed it.”

"I finally made a name for myself, but when I returned to the human world, I was like a hero hiding his glory in the dark. My junior sister doesn't need me anymore, does she?"

Rong Xuan and Ning Tinglan felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.

A century has passed, and the grudges between them and Mu Yunjian have long since faded away with time; all that remains are the good things about each other.

Yun Yici reached out and grasped Mu Yunjian's long, strong hand, comforting him, "Senior brother, there's no need to blame yourself."

"It's like you're cultivating in the demon realm, and that's also my cultivation."

“I can’t stay under the protection of my master and fellow disciples forever.”

Encouraged by her words, Mu Yunjian roused himself and said, "Then, if you ever need my help, please let me know."

Rong Xuan continued, "Speaking of the gifts that Junior Brother Mu sent, they have always been kept by Master."

"I was busy with things the other day and probably forgot for a while."

"By the way, who is this young friend?"

Rong Xuan asked about the spirit of the divine tree, and Long Jiao quickly answered, "Her name is Bai Shu, and she comes from Qingqiu."

Bai Shu's green eyes were filled with joy: "Xiao Ci, do you still remember me?"

The familiar voice startled Yun Yici for a moment. Given the situation with the Netherworld Divine Tree, she wasn't surprised that the Qingqiu Divine Tree had come to the human realm.

She exclaimed in surprise, "Little Tree? You came here with my senior brother like this?"

Will the foxes of Qingqiu be able to release the tree without hesitation?

Bai Shu shook his head: "Aruo came with me, and so did Shi Tian."

After she finished speaking, Bai Ruo climbed up from below the cloud ladder.

Bai Ruo bowed to Yun Yici and said, "Greetings, Sect Leader Yun."

Yun Yici asked, "Where is Senior Shitian?"

After waiting for a while, everyone realized that Shi Tian... had gone in a big circle and returned to the same spot.

Yun Yici couldn't help but rub her forehead; wishful thinking had come true.

She didn't even need to think to guess what Shi Tian had seen.

Fortunately, Shi Tian was not considered a disciple of the Lingwei Sect, so as a guest, he could still be invited up the cloud ladder.

After everyone gathered, Yun Yici asked Shen Huaichuan to arrange accommodations for Bai Ruo and the others.

She and her three senior brothers went to pay their respects to Wen Fuyue.

Seeing her four disciples gathered around her, all of them present, Wen Fuyue felt that she had finally fulfilled a long-cherished wish.

He sighed, "When I took you as my disciples, I never imagined things would turn out this way."

The four of them sat together, listening to Mu Yunjian recount his experiences in the demon realm.

Mu Yunjian glossed over the perilous process, only mentioning that he had rescued all the evil demons, established the City of Ten Thousand Demons, and recounted the comical exploits of the weasel demon who had always followed him.

"I took that arrogant weasel to the demon realm and asked my adoptive father for a transformation herb to give to him."

"His human form was quite handsome, and he was also very smooth-talking, which made many female demons in the city fall in love with him."

"Until one great battle against the dog clan, he shone brightly in the battle and defeated the dog clan's patriarch."

Everyone present was shrewd; Rong Xuan and Yun Yici had already started laughing, while Ning Tinglan turned her head away and covered her face with her sleeve.

The weasel's attack method—sticking out its butt and farting—is simple and unpretentious.

This attack method is also a perfect counter to the dog demon's keen sense of smell.

However, it's acceptable for a demon to do this.

If a handsome man did this, wouldn't the enchantresses who admire him be heartbroken?

Actually, Mu Yunjian still gave his capable subordinates some face.

To make it even more effective, Itachi even took off his pants.

Itachi, far away in the demon realm, sneezed: ?

After recounting the lighthearted stories in the twilight clouds, Rong Xuan and Yun Yici also shared a few of their own carefree experiences over the past century.

The four of them shared the time they spent alone after parting ways, trying to make up for the regret of missing each other for a hundred years.

Laughter filled the night, and in the midst of the conversation, Wen Fuyue even brought out her treasured wine collection.

"It's not appropriate for the four of us, master and disciples, to be having such a commotion here. Xiao Ci, go and see if the others in the sect are interested in attending the banquet."

Yun Yici responded and immediately transmitted a message within the sect. Soon after, Shen Huaichuan, Yue Niang, and the imperial edict arrived.

In no time, the crowd filled Wen Fuyue's empty courtyard to the brim.

A silver moon hangs in the sky, dotted with stars, and the deep blue of the night sky resembles the canopy of the Netherworld Tree.

Yun Yici exclaimed, "This is the most beautiful moonlight I have ever seen in a hundred years."

Even though the ghost realm has no daytime, only moonlit nights, and she has seen moonlit nights for a hundred years, none of them are as beautiful as today's.

Although everyone sat at the same table, each had their own thoughts, and an invisible barrier always separated them.

Wen Fuyue took out a prepared wine glass, filled it, and the wine glass full of liquid flew towards everyone.

"Fellow Daoists, we are fortunate to meet today, and our gathering is due to fate. Why not drink this cup and enjoy a night of revelry?"

After he finished speaking, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Seeing this, everyone politely drank the wine in their glasses.

Moon Maiden enjoys wine. Her mask is specially made, so it doesn't matter. After taking a sip, she laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist Wen, this wine is quite good."

Wen Fuyue said, "This wine is called Drunken Life."

Yun Yici sighed inwardly, already understanding Wen Fuyue's intentions.

People from the Lingwei Sect come and go, but most of them are not actually from the Lingwei Sect. Their different stances make their relationships increasingly complicated.

Wen Fuyue must have sensed the subtle rivalry among the crowd, which is why she wanted to use a banquet to bring them closer together and save herself from being put in a difficult position.

The little boy, who was actually the spirit of the Netherworld Tree, was already carrying water to try and get information out of the White Tree.

"What is your background? Are you also a tree spirit?"